Pessimist Novels & Stories

Tim counts on his fingers, “I could go on and on, Crawford only has to come out and cry about this happening to him, and he’d be a mourning father.” The picture he paints is so vivid, you could call him pessimistic, but when you’ve spent years trying to bring down a man, and watch him wiggle his way free every time, you start to predict his next moves. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Pam sighs, squeezing her eyes shut. “We have to hold her hostage until bargaining is over.”

He didn't say anything but then smiled and nodded. Brandon: I understand. You know I had read it somewhere that if you have too much troubles in your life, you become a pessimist. You always keep thinking of giving up. You have no hopes, no happiness, no one to rely upon and you just want to end your misery by ending yourself. At that stage you will come across many people who will give you two types of choices on how you should continue your life further. Either you just cry and keep hurting yourself or you should accept your fate and die. I looked at him baffled as to why he started talking about these things all of a sudden but I was so engrossed in his wor

I see that now. "Yeah well, like I said... the world keeps turning. I'm sure it's not the last time I'm going to experience hell for merely existing. I'm starting to accept its maybe what's meant for me." I hate this pessimistic attitude she has, but I get it. It's the hard knock lack of self-worth because life has booted you in the face repeatedly, and you learned to never hope for anything better. Resigned to disappointment, pain, suffering, and accepting it, rather than crying at every crumbling block. I guess I used to have it too, when life kept throwing me down and hurting me in all kinds of unfair ways. It kills your worth, your self-esteem. It clouds t

Art echoed, making all four people turn their heads to him. The man sitting in the center sofa frowned as he disapprovingly said, "He lived as a minus. He is practically useless." "That's mean," the girl beside him chastised him, and he just clicked his tongue before looking away. The girl turned to him apologetically. "Hey, don't listen to him. He's grumpy because the club has been declining lately. No one wants to join." "Yeah, and of all people, we get a minus," the guy complained again before standing up to walk out.

I seemed that at that time, apart from living, maybe everything in the world would have nothing to do with him. "You are still young. Why do you look like an old man?" Looking at Jason, Madison snorted. In Madison’s opinion, after so many years of self-cultivation, it seemed that he didn’t become calmer and more patient, but instead more pessimistic. He didn't care about anything and couldn't be interested in anything just like an old man.

he asked. “I never said ‘swimmingly,’” I said. “You’re the only one who says that word. Anyway, the work is there, but I haven’t been able to nail down the right story to show Fraser what I can do.” “Well, keep at it.” “I’ve been at it. For years.” “Don’t lose hope,” he said. “Or your temper. Everything will turn out fine.” “Why are you so optimistic?” “Why are you so pessimistic?” he shot back.

“Stop with the pessimistic attitude, Tyson. Maybe she wants to accept us.” “Uh huh, sure Jan.” I say with heavy sarcasm as I roll my eyes at him. “I’ll just stick to my pessimism, and you can continue to be the amazing optimist, right?! Mr. Depression? I don’t have a whole lot of patience for you right now. So unless you’re gonna pipe in with something constructive, you can just go right back to your pit of despair to sulk, okay?”

Read me, stupid!

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

Before he knew it, his eyes began to close and everything went black. Rowena's heart was pounding like crazy. Gary was picking up Hope. Never did she think a situation like it would happen. But as a single mother, she was desperate. She didn't believe in God, yet she prayed so hard that nothing serious would happen. Every sentence the Vice Principal spoke was agony for her. He talked slow and she hated every bit of it.